Yan Luoxi raised her hand to cover her eyelids, and the hot tears instantly wetted her palms. Even now, that cold and cruel voice echoed in her ears.
How cruel must a person be to trample on another's life so thoughtlessly?
Uncle Zheng was dragged into trouble completely because of her, because the other party was targeting her, or perhaps targeting both her and Li Yeqi, "I want to go see Uncle Zheng."
"Wait until you are well, then I'll take you there," Li Yeqi said as he looked at her sad expression, feeling powerless. The tragedy had already happened, and all they could do was accept it.
"I want to go now," Yan Luoxi lifted her head and looked at him stubbornly. If she didn't see for herself, she couldn't forgive herself.
Li Yeqi closed his eyes, "Alright."
He picked up a down jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then scooped her up horizontally in his arms and walked out of the hospital ward toward the morgue.
